From 12/18/18
Supervisor: "Where's the copy of this permit?"
Me: "It should be in the file. Actually there should be two copies on the file."
Supervisor: "There are zero copies in the file."
Me *opens the electronic file* "Oh, it's dated such-and-such which means Mrs B would have filed it. God only knows where it ended up. Fun-freakin-game isn't it? 'Guess where the permit is?' It's like a game show and we all lose because she can't file."
* copious amounts of nervous laughter from both of us *
#iusemisterandmissuswheniliterallycanteven
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